Early Thursday morning, Zheng Xiaowen's phone rang, and it was Qiao Xiang calling. Qiao Xiang talked a lot to Zheng Xiaowen on the phone.

Qiao Xiang said to Zheng Xiaowen on the phone that he held an engagement ceremony with Lin Jing in Wanfu Lane this Friday, and asked Zheng Xiaowen to tell his father and mother in advance, saying that he would come over later and tell his father and mother about it in person.

When Zheng Xiaowen heard the good news, she was so excited, and immediately told her parents about this happy event. Zheng's father and Zheng's mother listened to it, and they were so satisfied that they said yes, and discussed going to the street to buy gifts as soon as possible.

Although this good news was a little too sudden for Zheng Xiaowen, the heart she was hanging for Qiao Xiang finally settled down. She was so happy, she was happy that Qiao Xiang had a love home, and second, she was happy that Lin Jing, a friend, was not married.

Zheng Xiaowen was in a good mood, she was so happy that she was so busy humming a song that she hurriedly freshened up, and she didn't care about having breakfast, so she went to Yinghua Xili to inform Yang Yilin.

On Friday morning, the relatives of the Qiao family and the friends of Qiao Xiang's outer circle all went to Wanfu Lane. The people who walked back and forth in the courtyard of the Lin family stood up to the brim, all of them were full of smiles, and greeted each other from time to time, making this cold courtyard suddenly warm and lively.

The Qiao family's parents chose Lin Jing at the beginning, and today they got their wish. They came to their in-laws' house and looked at their son and prospective daughter-in-law, and the two smiled comfortably. They also kept smiling and greeting acquaintances from time to time.

When the relatives and friends of the Qiao family saw Lin Jing, they also praised Lin Jing for her beauty. Qiao Xiang's outer circle friends, when they saw Lin Jing around, surrounded by a group of young and fashionable boys and girls, and saw Lin Jing's beauty, they all gave Qiao Xiang a thumbs up, and even praised Qiao Xiang for having an eye for finding a lover, and it was worth getting married late.

The relatives, friends, and neighbors of the Lin family, who are also in Kualin Jing and Qiaoxiang, all say that Lin Jing has found a good son-in-law who is handsome and good-looking......

Zheng's father, Zheng's mother and the flower fairies, they were lively and happy at the Lin family for a day before they went home.

Yang Yilin did not return to Yinghua Xili, he and Zheng Xiaowen, Zheng's father, and Zheng's mother went back to the private school alley.

Qin Zixi is engaged, and today Qiao Xiang is engaged again, Yang Yilin's heart is completely relaxed, he doesn't have to worry anymore, these two people robbed Zheng Xiaowen!

Yang Yilin felt relaxed, also because people who met the external conditions of Zheng Xiaowen's son-in-law were qualified, and at the same time, people who were also qualified by internal conditions, except for Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi during this time, at least he hadn't seen a third person who was qualified enough to compete with him for Zheng Xiaowen.

This Saturday morning, the wind blew overnight and continued to blow for another two hours before the blowing gradually decreased.

The wind stopped, and snowflakes fell. Slowly, small snowflakes turn into small snowflakes. In the blink of an eye, the small snow flakes turned into large snow flakes and large snowflake clusters. The sky was full of large snowflakes and snowflakes, fluttering one after another, drifting denser and denser, and after a while, the ground and the roof were all white.

God really has a set of skills, and it only took an hour for God to turn the world into a world of infinite scenery and snow. Standing on a high place and looking at it from afar, there are beautiful and snowy scenery everywhere.

Yang Yilin looked at this snow scene and said in his heart: Lin Jing confessed to me yesterday, saying that today, Lin's father and Lin's mother will go to Taixing Street to sell boxed lunches, and I don't need to help. I have a free day today, and I can spend more time with Vinnie, well, that's cool!

After lunch, Yang Yilin said to Zheng Xiaowen: "Xiaowen, I don't have any work in the afternoon, let's go, let's go to the East Garden to enjoy the snow!"

When Zheng Xiaowen heard the snow appreciation, she was of course happy in her heart. From yesterday to now, she has been happy, Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi finally have their respective lovers, and from now on, she doesn't have to worry about the two of them anymore!

Zheng Xiaowen is still happy in her heart, her friends Lin Jing and Song Yi will become the daughters-in-law of the Zheng family, and the two of them have not yet run out of her circle of friends. She was still happy, Jiemei and Jiang Feng both went outside to get back two friends. Thinking about this, she felt very happy!

Zheng Xiaowen is happy in such a mood, and Yang Yilin, he is happy in another mood.

Yang Yilin was happy in his heart, in the world of his love circle, at least Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi were missing, these two were annoying, and they would never come to compete with him for Zheng Xiaowen again.

Yang Yilin is still happy, Lin Jing and Wen Jiemei finally have a 'master', and the workers in the plastic factory, the two big burdens that Yang Yilin put on him, will disappear again!

At this moment, Zheng Xiaowen and Yang Yilin both looked relaxed and happy. Zheng Xiaowen took two cotton cushions and followed Yang Yilin to the East Garden, and the two had a heating stove in the pavilion.

Yang Yilin was happy in his heart, he unconsciously whistled, whistled and shook his body to look at Zheng Xiaowen.

Zheng Xiaowen pulled Yang Yilin's sleeve and said, "Don't blow it, come, watch the snow scene." ”

The two sat in the pavilion, looking at the gray sky, at the big snowflakes falling in the air, at the dried branches and plum blossoms against the white snow, at the yellow grass on the ground that had been covered with snow and still showing their heads, at the evergreen and unique styles of various potted tree species, and at the pomegranate trees and jujube branches with all the green leaves......

These scenes in front of him made Yang Yilin's poetry flourish, he said: "Wen Nini, look at this garden, such a rare snowy garden scene, I suddenly thought of composing poetry, let's compose poetry together, do you say okay?"

Zheng Xiaowen was mentioned by Yang Yilin, and her poetry also came, so she said happily: "You think really well, you can think of composing poetry, this idea is great! Come, take the paper and the pen, and write what you say!"

She took a paper and pen from the phone table, handed one to Yang Yilin and said, "Poetry and songs are up to you, and we will write whatever you say." ”

Yang Yilin said: "Feel free to write, just what you see in front of you, what you think, feel, and write in any style, start writing." ”

Yang Yilin unfolded the paper as he spoke, and as soon as he wrote a sentence, Zheng Xiaowen said to him with a smile: "I've written it." ”

"Can you write so fast? cut corners, huh? Bring it to me and show me. Yang Yilin stretched out his hand to Zheng Xiaowen, and he looked at Zheng Xiaowen with questioning eyes and said.

Zheng Xiaowen smiled and handed the words she wrote to Yang Yilin.

Yang Yilin took it, and he saw what was written on the paper: God tickles, dandruff falls, and the people are happy, and they all say that it is Ruixue.

After reading Yang Yilin, he laughed and said, "You just want to pass the test if you say these few sentences that are not touched, take it back and rewrite it!"

Zheng Xiaowen took the paper and said: "It's what you said to write at will, people have written it, and you say it doesn't count, cut, write it again, what's the big deal!"

The two quickly wrote, Zheng Xiaowen said: "This time, let me see you first." ”

Zheng Xiaowen saw that Yang Yilin wrote a poem, "Laughing Order, Zheng Xiaowen, Yang Yilin Enjoying the Snow in the East Garden". She read: "Yellow grass, yellow grass, grass edge bamboo green plum." People sit on the pavilion of the East Garden, looking at the snow-white sky. White snow, white snow, flowers offer Zheng Yang joy. ”

Zheng Xiaowen said angrily after reading it: "Look at the words you wrote, the beginning is yellow grass, and the last sentence is dedicated to snowflakes! Yellow grass is a winter scene, and it will be green in spring, so I won't say it." The snowflakes are white, who will offer the snowflakes? I don't want them, and you can't ask for them!"

Yang Yilin was anxious and said, "Are you pretending not to understand, or are you really not understanding?" If you really don't understand, I'll tell you about it. Snow is the most holy godsend, how many people are using it in their names?

"What's wrong with white? When a girl is a bride, she always wears a wedding dress, and white is auspicious for the wedding dress. White contains the meaning of pretty, purity, and the meaning of growing old together.

"You don't understand so much, I'll tell you two more words about snow. These snowflakes are all auspicious things dedicated to the world, and they are auspicious signs of a good harvest. In the future, if you don't understand something, you have to learn it with an open mind, and don't throw out some question marks and exclamation marks for me at every turn!"

Zheng Xiaowen smiled and said, "Seeing that you said it so well, I have no opinion." It's just that I just started to have an opinion, so I have to punish you for a song!"

Although Zheng Xiaowen has been thinking about the seven years and eight years old all day long, she and Yang Yilin are together, and she has never treated Yang Yilin as a child in her heart. Sometimes, she said that Yang Yilin was young and a child. Then she only talks about it, or she will say it when she is angry.

In fact, Zheng Xiaowen has always regarded Yang Yilin as a very mature and reliable man and boyfriend in his heart. Usually, she and Yang Yilin talk together, and many times she will unconsciously play coquettish.

As for Yang Yilin, he didn't treat Zheng Xiaowen as an eldest sister. He is always, as long as Zheng Xiaowen is angry, he will hurry up and coax her.

This may be that they have fixed each other's age according to their own psychological impressions in the period before they knew each other's age. In the future, even if you know the real age of the other party, it is difficult to change this impression after the freeze.

Moreover, it is also because after the two people knew each other's true age, Yang Yilin's appearance did not become tender at all in Zheng Xiaowen's eyes and heart, and Zheng Xiaowen's appearance did not get old at all in Yang Yilin's eyes and heart. It is for this reason that the two still have the same psychology as when they first met, and it has not changed.

Look, as soon as Zheng Xiaowen said to punish him, Yang Yilin compromised again, and he quickly said: "Okay, good, I admit punishment, I admit punishment!"

After Yang Yilin finished speaking, his mind turned around, and suddenly, he remembered the dresser frame in the upper room of the east courtyard. He immediately wrote a poem "Laughing Order: Snow Juice": Spiegel, Spiegel, Embroidery Room Dressing Shadow. The sisters laughed at the balcony, and the beautiful skin was snow-white. Snow, snow, flower juice moistens the world.

After Yang Yilin finished writing, he handed the paper to Zheng Xiaowen and said, "Show you, look at the one you punished, how is it written?"

Zheng Xiaowen took it and read the poem, and she tasted it again before saying: "It's well written, but I still see deficiencies." Look at the flower juice you wrote this last sentence...... It seems to have nothing to do with the mirror and shadow of the previous sentence!"

Yang Yilin looked at Zheng Xiaowen and gave him an unceremonious exclamation mark, and he couldn't help but smile in his heart: Haha, it's so relevant! Today's poem is about snow, and the flower juice in my words is the water that snowflakes turn into!

When I first started writing about Spiegel, of course, I thought of women and embroidery floors. People often compare women to flowers and white skin to snow, and the snowflake juice is also a woman's milk!

These words, he Yang Yilin can only say them in his heart, he is afraid that Zheng Xiaowen will say that he is a poor mouth, so he doesn't dare to say it at all.